
i woke up this morning, i forgot what was the first thing i thought of.
walked reluctantly to the toilet, wiped the mirror blurred of steam.
looked into the mirror, wow how much have i grown already?
looking into my eyes, probably the only thing that has not changed after all these years.
brown eyes, which the primary school canteen junk food store auntie said was beautiful.
"EH AUNTY IM A BOY LEH, MONTFORT KNOW, ALL GUYS ONE"
brown eyes, which my primary school discipline master Mr.Lock said i wore contact lense, and died my hair brown. (my natural hair colour's brown anyway, but fade away now due to the frequent dyeing my white hair black.)
brown eyes, which Clifford my secondary school friend thought i was wearing coloured contacts too.
eyes, the windows to one's soul, gasps, cant you tell what im thinking when you're talking to me and looking into my eyes? gasps gasps gasps.
perhaps happiness is only something we can pursue, and not actually have it.